DaZeD

By Diamond Wolf Returns

Summary: Some people say that there's one night in your life when the gods look down from above and miracles arise… Sadly miracles just never last… ((S x S))

Side Note: Just to let you all know, Sakura used to do magic and all the stuff that happened in the manga really did happen to her in the story except the whole Syaoran part. Let me repeat, Syaoran was not part of her magical past!!!

Rating: M for mature, 16+, not for little kids, it's a big kid story!!, the opposite of K, what have you…

Disclaimer: I do not own Card captor Sakura. Period. End of story.

Chapter 1: A Special Meeting

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A girl with short brown hair trudged slowly toward the enormous mansion upon the hill. She pulled her pink jacket tighter around her small body and bent herself over against the wind. It was unbelievably cold for an early September afternoon, as it had been for the past week. She shivered and looked at the looming mansion in front of her. It wasn't the mansion, or the people who owned it that scared her. In fact, the house belonged to her best friend, Tomoyo. It was the fact that she would be going to a party, where she would stick to the wall like it was her lifeline, praying that one guy, no matter how ugly, well as long as it wasn't Daichi-san, would ask her to dance.

The brunette sighed and squinted her emerald green eyes. I'm doing this for Tomoyo. It's her seventeenth birthday party for goodness sakes! And I'm her best friend, it wouldn't be right if I didn't come. She told herself. But still, Chiharu has Yamazaki, Tomoyo has Eriol, Naoko has well, she doesn't care for that kind of stuff and Rika already has found true love and that leaves me with no one. She sighed once more as she made her last few steps to the large gate signaling the start of no return.

"Good evening Kinomoto-san. Enjoy the party." The guard lady said politely to the flustered young woman. She wore sunglasses, even though the sun was just about set, that gave an air of mystery to the lady who couldn't be much older than the brown haired girl herself. The woman opened the gate and allowed the girl to come inside before closing it with a large 'clang'. The younger of the two women couldn't help but notice the finality of it.

"Oh yeah, I already said you can call me Sakura." The brunette said with a smile that could only convey happiness, but her clenched fingers relayed how she truly felt, anxious.

The guard woman returned Sakura's offer with a large smile that brightened her whole entire face. "Only if you call me Cho." She replied. And as quickly as the conversation had come, Cho turned away, leaving Sakura to fend for herself.

Deep breath, deep breath. It'll be fine if they don't like your outfit or notice it's the same one you wore to the last party. Who cares, I like it! I'm just here to have fun with my friends, not to 'hook up' with any guys although I really, really, really want a boyfriend…

A high-pitched squeal shook Sakura out of her thoughts. "Sakura! Oh I'm so glad you could make it, even though I know how much you hate these things." The owner of the voice was none other than Tomoyo Daidouji. Golly she's so beautiful, why can't I be more like her? Sakura couldn't help but compare herself to her.Tomoyo's dark, rich black hair swirled down nearly to her hips, framing her lightly tanned face perfectly, whereas Sakura had short brownish-blonde hair that didn't surpass her chin. She felt it made her look childish, but Tomoyo wouldn't dare let her grow it out. Tomoyo had mysterious steel gray eyes that drew you in as opposed to Sakura's grass colored eyes. The only thing that Sakura thought she had going for her was her athletically toned body, but again, Tomoyo was beating her in the body department. Tomoyo was well endowed in the chest area and Sakura was somewhat lacking. Unfairness in looks aside; Sakura loved Tomoyo like a sister and would die if anything ever happened to her.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world! You're seventeen now!" Sakura chirped excitedly, easily transitioning into her normal, cheery self. No sense in ruining Tomoyo's wonderful day by moping around.

Tomoyo gave her friend an award-winning smile as she draped an arm around Sakura's shoulders. "Let's go inside then. It's chilly out here."

The two walked slowly into the mansion's entrance hall, stopping only once so Sakura could pull off her sneakers and set them by the door along with everyone else's shoes. The emerald-eyed girl gulped as she saw how many shoes were stacked neatly against the wall. That many people are going to be here? She stopped again to rid herself of her pink windbreaker.

"Oh Sakura! I just knew you'd wear that same ole' outfit that you wore to my party last year… So-"Tomoyo began, staring at Sakura's choice of clothing disdainfully.

"What? This is the best outfit I have! You know Dad has been working hard to have ends meet ever since Toya's been in college and he's just now recovering since Toya graduated." Sakura shot back, trying hard to stifle the anger that was rising up inside of her. She looked down at the outfit; sure it wasn't the latest and greatest like Tomoyo's racy party dress, but it would have to suffice. "I'm sorry… I just…"

Tomoyo squeezed Sakura's hands knowingly. "It's okay; you have every right to be upset. I could have gone about this another way, but I… Anyway, here, I have a surprise for you." Tomoyo turned away from Sakura and led her up the grand staircase, down the hall, and into Tomoyo's room. Just her room could have engulfed the Kinomoto's quaint little home.

"Okay, close your eyes and sit on my bed." Tomoyo instructed, a mystifying twinkle in her eyes.

Sakura complied, shutting her green eyes in wonderment. What did Tomoyo cook up this time? She suppressed a giggle as she remembered how embarrassed she was by the clothes Tomoyo made her when she had captured the cards so many years ago.

"Ah hah! Here it is!" Tomoyo exclaimed. Sakura could sense her coming closer and began to open her eyes. "Did I say you could look?" Tomoyo scolded, while Sakura tightly shut her eyes.

Sakura felt herself being led to another location, a blindfold being placed over her eyes. "Now, Sakura slip this on. No peeking. Then yell out to me when you're finished."

Sakura shrugged her shoulders and slowly began to take her tank top and fading blue skirt off. Then, she slowly slipped the outfit Tomoyo had given her on. She relished the feeling of the silk against her cold skin as she slipped what she thought was a dress over her bare thighs. When she finished to the best of her ability, she called out Tomoyo's name. Tomoyo immediately came.

"Oh wow! It looks better than I thought it would!" Tomoyo exclaimed, spinning blindfolded Sakura around. Next, she set Sakura into a chair and ripped off the blindfold. "Don't fidget Sakura. I need to get this over with so I can go back to my party." The raven-haired girl murmured, pulling a brush through Sakura's short hair. Several bobby pins were placed between her lips and a bottle of hairspray was squeezed between her arm and torso.

"Tomoyo? Why are you doing this for me on your birthday?" Sakura asked, staring at the light purple silky fabric of the dress. She lightly touched it, fearing that if she pressed too hard it would disintegrate into millions of pieces and be left to collect in the far corners of Tomoyo's room.

"Sakura, I've wanted to do this forever. I made this dress quite a while ago actually. Mom and I want to help you and your father out, but your father won't let us. So, I decided to do this." Tomoyo explained, gingerly placing some lavender eye shadow on Sakura's delicate eyelids.

"Mhm… but it's your birthday. You're supposed to be downstairs having fun right now." Sakura countered, confusion layering her words. Her eyes fluttered, pushing back the tears that were threatening to reverse all the work Tomoyo had done on her eyeliner.

Tomoyo, noticing the disaster that was about to ensue, pulled a tissue from the cardboard box and dabbed at the corner of Sakura's emerald eyes. "If I didn't want to do this I wouldn't be up here. Plus-"She paused to dab a bit of blush on Sakura's pale nose. "- if you're happy, I'm happy. Now stand up. I'm done."

Sakura pushed her self out of the chair and caught a glimpse of something unfamiliar in the mirror. It was her… but it wasn't her. She tiptoed closer, as if she didn't believe it was her reflection. She tentatively placed a palm against the cool glass of the mirror and took a better look. Her usually scraggly hair was held in place by two amethyst bobby pins save for two golden-brown strands that twisted across her rosy cheeks. Her emerald eyes sparkled, enhanced as they were by the purple eye shadow and eyeliner. It was the dress though that really caught her attention. She was amazed by the way it hugged her body, accentuating the curves of her hips and her carefully toned stomach. "Tomoyo, this is… wow. Thank you!" Was all Sakura could manage to get out, never had she seen something so beautiful.

"Forget about it. Oh my goodness! I almost forgot!" Tomoyo gasped, running to her dresser to pull a teardrop shaped pendant and a golden chain. "This is also for you." Tomoyo walked over to Sakura and placed to necklace around Sakura's neck. "Now, let's go."

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Wow, I actually feel like a princess. Sakura thought to herself, following Tomoyo out into the ballroom. But, I feel bad. Tomoyo went to all this trouble for me, and on her birthday! Why did I comply? I should've stopped her, at least at the dress.

"Tomoyo! You look amazing!" Chiharu cried, admiring the sleek look of the maroon dress. She gathered the younger girl into her outstretched arms. "Oh and happy birthday!"

Tomoyo giggled as Chiharu mumbled a few more things into Tomoyo's ear along the lines of, 'I bet Eriol is blushing madly after seeing you in that outfit.'. After one last laugh, Chiharu pulled away to go greet Sakura. Except the Sakura she was expecting to find wasn't the Sakura who was there.

"S-sakura? Is that you? Whoa…!" Chiharu cried incredulously. She scratched her scalp in confusion until Yamazaki came up behind her and placed a hand in the small of her back.

"I think it's still me…" Sakura answered, a small, shy smile steadily making itself known on her lips.

"You look beautiful and I think I've never seen you show so much skin." Chiharu added, walking forward to hug her friend.

"Oh, uh, yeah." Sakura replied, being cut off by Tomoyo on the loudspeaker.

"Attention everyone…. Before the dancing begins I would like to thank you all for coming. It really means a lot to me. Also, I'd like reintroduce you all to my best friend Sakura Kinomoto. Can you come up Sakura?" Tomoyo was speaking the words, but Sakura couldn't quite comprehend why she'd be saying them. "Sakura….!"

Sakura shook her thoughts out and walked over to Tomoyo, a confused look painted on her pretty face. She groaned inwardly. Dang it… Tomoyo knows that I hate public speaking, or just coming in front of a lot of people, but I guess I can do this, I mean she did give me a makeover and everything… She let out a large sigh and stepped into the fixed spotlight next to Tomoyo. Whoa! She even has a spotlight in here. Geez!

"Everyone, you may not know her. This is, as I said before, Sakura Kinomoto, my best friend." Tomoyo gushed, holding a hand out for Sakura to grab on to, which Sakura, upon seeing it, immediately did.

Naoko, another one of Sakura's friends, squinted at the two girls in front of her. "Sakura…? That doesn't even…" She took off her glasses and rubbed them lightly on her shirt before putting them back in their rightful place. "Uh… I guess it is…"

"That's Sakura? She looks so different. Almost…hot." A guy with shockingly bright red hair murmured, stroking his chin in thought. With his other hand he thumped the blue-black haired teen beside him. "What do you think?"

The other teen shrugged his rather small shoulders and looked instead at the girl beside Sakura. "I guess, but I'm all for Tomoyo."

"Yeah, she does look hot in that dress. Doesn't leave much for the imagination now does it?"

The blue-black haired young man's dark eyes flared for just a moment, just long enough to tell the other teen to back off. "Oh, sorry man." The flaming haired teen muttered, backing quickly away.

"Eriol-kun!" Tomoyo's silky voice called playfully as she made her sweet way to the blue-black haired guy. She ran a hand through her hair tiredly, but still kept the earth-splitting smile on her face. She was glad though when Eriol wrapped his skinny arms around her body and pulled her close before planting a firm kiss on her cheek.

"You look beautiful tonight my dear." He muttered into her ear, in return she giggled gleefully. "-but I do wish that you wouldn't reveal so much of yourself to the other males at this party. I'm having a hard time keeping them away from you." He looked down at Tomoyo's choice of clothing with mild disdain. Indeed, Tomoyo's dress was rather revealing; the v-neck swooped down just above her belly button where a clasp held the conjoining fabric together. As if that wasn't enough, a triangle cut was made just below the clasp showing her belly button and both sides of the dress were open showing, in Eriol's opinion, miles of skin.

"Oh Eriol, you're always wanting me to dress conservatively." The raven-haired teen playfully pushed her boyfriend away.

"Just when we're out and about…" A sly grin crossed his face, and he was just about to pull Tomoyo into a passionate kiss when Sakura walked up, tripping slightly over her cumbersome heels.

"Uh-huh… I'm sorry… but…" Sakura began, raising a hand hesitantly to tap Tomoyo on the shoulder.

"What?" Tomoyo snapped, twirling around quickly to face Sakura. "Sakura, I made you pretty now go have fun and mingle. I'm not here to hold your hand and introduce you to everyone you don't know! I did my good deed for the day, don't make me push it." I'm sorry Sakura…it's all part of the…

Sakura reeled with shock; never had her charming, cute, lovable friend said anything of this caliber. The words shot into her heart and lay there, going against all the things that she thought she used to know about her best friend. "I don't need you if you just think of me as your charity case." Sakura was surprised at the angry words that were releasing themselves from her gut. Her cheeks turned a pink tint, but she continued speaking," Here, take your shoes back and your necklace and bracelet. I don't need them, but I'll have to get you the dress later because I don't feel like stripping in front of everyone." She threw the said items at the bottom of the other girl's black strappy shoe clad feet and stalked off toward the back porch.

Tomoyo turned back to Eriol and winked. "I feel bad, but this is all going according to plan."

Eriol just nodded, his dark eyes staring out after Sakura.

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How could I actually think this night could be any better than any other party I went to? I should have just stayed in the corner because tonight is even worse than all the other parties combined. Augh! Why'd Tomoyo have to say that… even though she's kinda right… but she didn't have to get all snippy. Sakura thought, walking barefoot through the back garden, not exactly knowing where she was going or even caring for that matter. She let her hair, which was falling anyway, out of its holds allowing it to fall in place around her face. She was so busy with her thoughts that she didn't notice the rather large rock placed right at the end of the stone pathway she was currently walking on.

"Augh!" Sakura cried, hopping on one foot and cradling the other in her hand. She had stubbed her baby toe on the rock and it was now bleeding quite nicely. This is what I get for not paying attention… oh… that smarts. She cringed inwardly and moved to go sit down on the wrought-iron bench beside a hibiscus bush.

She bent over to examine the damage when someone walked up. "Do you need some help?" The figure asked in a low masculine voice.

Sakura looked up at the figure with her emerald eyes and nearly fell over right then and there. Standing in front of her was her crush for the past five years. He was the Untouchable Mr. Li. She stared longingly at his messy chestnut locks falling boyishly over his chocolate brown eyes. He had a perfect complexion and perfect facial features, not to mention his sensual lips. "Uh….." Sakura couldn't bring herself to move or say anything, never had he said more than 'Hello' or 'May I borrow a pencil?' to her. So, she sat there looking and feeling like a complete idiot.

"I guess I'll take that as a yes?" He laughed, a sound so majestic that Sakura could feel her body temperature rise.

Say something you idiot! Say something! Don't just sit there gawking at him! Sakura reprimanded herself before slowly snapping out of her trance brought on by the handsome young man. "Aah, yes, yes please."

He bent down next to Sakura's bloody toe and whipped a handkerchief out from his pocket. "I don't normally carry around a handkerchief; you just got lucky because I had one on me." The teenager murmured, lightly dabbing away the scarlet blood gathering at the top of the stubbed toe. "I think you might need a band-aid, hold on, I'll go get you one." Syaoran smiled and stood up before walking quickly into the house, giving Sakura just enough time to get her wits about her and process what had just happened.

Did… he just…? Syaoran… talked to me? It's not… Oh great… now I'm woozy… Sakura placed her cold palm against her burning forehead, trying to figure out if the previous scene had been a mere dream. "Hoeee…"

"I'm sorry, I didn't quite get that… what was it Sakura-chan?" Syaoran asked returning with a sopping wet paper towel in one hand and a band-aid in the other. He smirked as he noticed the blush rising on the girl's flustered face. It was almost…well, cute. Bending down, he placed the wet paper towel atop Sakura's bruised and battered little toe and gently wiped the scarlet colored blood that was slowly seeping from the cut.

"Aah… th-thanks? And did you just call me Sakura-chan?" Sakura asked, the blush on her face not subsiding in the least.

"You're welcome, and if you'd rather me call you something else that's fine too. That's just what I hear Daidouji-san calling you." Syaoran murmured, as easy and smooth as everything he ever said. He then placed the band-aid on her toe, carefully wrapping the 'wings' on either side. "There, all set. Now, just don't go busting up any more toes. I don't want to be on first aid duty all night." And with a quick wink he turned to leave, crumpling the trash in another paper towel while he walked.

Sakura nearly swooned, her face was on fire and her emerald eyes sparkled furiously. That just happened to me didn't it… oh my goodness… I can die happy now… She stood up ignoring the light pain from her toe and walked off in the direction Syaoran had gone inside. I want to see him again.

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Golly, what's with me and writing new stories? I start them all the time, but have such a hard time finishing them! I'm so bad… I really am. Can any of you guys forgive me? Hehe Well, this was interesting wasn't it? Raises eyebrow Look for more Syaoran & Sakura romance in the next chapter. That's when it really gets fun! Oh yeah, for all those Tomoyo lovers out there, don't worry… she's not going to be mean or evil or anything like that… her little spat was all planned. Heh heh heh (This will be addressed in the later chapters!)

So… I hope you liked it! Please Please Please Please review and read chapter two! It would make me very, very happy!

Oh yeah, a little note about the party shoes in the house… Tomoyo made a special exception to allow Sakura (And herself too) to wear heels in the house just cause they went so nicely with the outfit. Otherwise shoes aren't allowed on the inside floor. It's bad manners!!!